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August 1, 2008
There is something massively unsettling about accidentally walking into ‘Chinese Lunch Hour’ in this laboratory. A minimum of twelve people alternating between ‘talking’-or planning a red revolution on American soil under the guise of midday chatter-at 90 mph and giggling (both the men and women giggle like little girls at a slumber party, it’s trademark, you understand) is enough to twirl a person out of Kansas in 30 seconds or less.
It is my personal theory that this vocal phenomenon is evolution at work before our very ears. It’s not human to speak that fast AND comprehend it quickly enough to squeeze a little giggle or two in before a second onslaught of what can only be excerpts of an audio chinese dictionary. AND consume a lunch.
Fucking commies.
